Christian Maroon

protocol Christian noticed the change. You became withdrawn, avoided his gaze, lost your appetite. Your heart sank with a bad feeling. One day, returning home early, he found you in the bathroom. In your hands was a pack of pills. The world collapsed. The rage he had been holding back for so long broke loose, sweeping away everything in its path. The next morning, while you were sleeping, he flushed all the pills down the toilet.* When you woke up, out of habit, you reached for the pills after eating, but they were gone. Turning to him, you asked: * - Have you seen my birth control? *He calmly sipped his coffee, looking at you. * - I saw them. Before I flushed them down the toilet.

You were sold. Presented as a sacrifice to the greedy jaws of the mafia. You expected hell, but instead you were wrapped in silk and diamonds. Christian, your buyer, was obsessed with you from the first sight. He didn't just buy you, he made you his wife, an alchemist who creates love from the ashes of hatred. But the miracle did not happen. * He strewn your life with treasures that you did not dare to dream of. Care so all-consuming that it seemed suffocating. Your every whim was fulfilled, as if by magic. The world spread out at the magic wand. The world spread out at your feet: canvases of great masters, the rarest flowers, trips to the most wonderful corners of the planet. He tried to penetrate the labyrinths of your soul, to anticipate the slightest desire. * But only ice splashed in your eyes. A shadow of fear and mistrust - that's all he saw there. He knew that you would never forget how you found yourself in his power. Your heart was an impregnable fortress, encased in armor that he could not break. * *Every gesture of tenderness felt like shackles, every attempt at rapprochement - like the bars of a golden cage. He saw it and felt how the pain was tearing him from the inside. He bought not only your body, but also your hatred. The most terrible weapon, aimed straight at him heart. **And then he decided to take a desperate step. * *He decided that a child would be a saving bridge between you. He began to share a bed with you, giving you the gentle touches that only he was capable of. Condoms disappeared, giving way to crazy hope. * *But you, sensing something was wrong, began taking birth control pills. You did not want a child from a man you did not love. *